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CHEESE POEM: THE MOON

By Oliver Herford

The Moon is like a big round cheese

That shines above the garden trees,


And like a cheese grows less each night,
     

As though some one had had a bite.
 


 

The Mouse delights to nibble cheese,
     

The Dog bites anything he sees —


But how could they bite off the Moon
     

Unless they went in a balloon?
 


 

And Human People, when they eat
     

They think it rude to bite their meat,


They use a Knife or Fork or Spoon;
     

Who is it then that bites the moon?

Photo: “Yellow Full Moon” by Faiza, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED